Nov 2022
We dream of electric shocks,
data, meetings and dirt roads
away from the pavement.
Sunday, sun people, indiscriminate leisure.
Papers, the dog that smiles.
This gymnastics makes us better people.
We make up words that sound good. poems
and fruit salads. who would suspect that
is a pompadour a hairstyle? Or what to see
Defense and Justice would be a real pleasure?
I think it would be good to play a Pablo Emilio for
define this situation.
Pablo Emilio is a card game: four cards are dealt
to each player on the table. The idea is that they form a
Square -two above and two below.
Players can see once the cards.
Just once and memorize them. Almost like spying
through an ajar door. The two above are unknown:
Based on that then we will build
our game. The goal is to score the least amount of points
possible by swapping cards with the deck.
There are wildcards; 7, 8 and 9 allow you to make special movements.
And the jack of spades is worth zero.
That's important to remember
because all the other jacks are worth eleven - in a distraction you can
miss this card by changing it with a lower-scoring one-
The hands are played fast and everyone has their method. Sometimes they come to
complete one or two hands and you're done. Remembering the ones below and without knowing the ones
from above we are seeing what to assemble. If we put two or three of the same together, we throw them away
rigged. If not, we are methodically changing one for the other looking for
something.
Pablo Emilio is won when someone sings Pablo Emilio.
And whoever has the lowest score wins.
Naturally.
The important thing in this game is memory, some lights in
certain moments and taken chances.
We could study the repeal of the name Pablo Emilio
or start thinking about the possibility of assembling a low
scoring game.
We could think about what the other has or how he played his previous hand.
But first remember what we have.
Kind of that's the key, but I don't know whether to mention it now
in this short poem.
Contemplate the noise. Comply with chaos even on times of unavoidable crisis.
Or with the secret-warm-love watermarks on those photos that are only ours.
Blood and silence of dirt streets
that lead us away from the pavement. Electricity.
Everything is in ebullition. So do you.
data, meetings and dirt roads
away from the pavement.
Sunday, sun people, indiscriminate leisure.
Papers, the dog that smiles.
This gymnastics makes us better people.
We make up words that sound good. poems
and fruit salads. who would suspect that
is a pompadour a hairstyle? Or what to see
Defense and Justice would be a real pleasure?
I think it would be good to play a Pablo Emilio for
define this situation.
Pablo Emilio is a card game: four cards are dealt
to each player on the table. The idea is that they form a
Square -two above and two below.
Players can see once the cards.
Just once and memorize them. Almost like spying
through an ajar door. The two above are unknown:
Based on that then we will build
our game. The goal is to score the least amount of points
possible by swapping cards with the deck.
There are wildcards; 7, 8 and 9 allow you to make special movements.
And the jack of spades is worth zero.
That's important to remember
because all the other jacks are worth eleven - in a distraction you can
miss this card by changing it with a lower-scoring one-
The hands are played fast and everyone has their method. Sometimes they come to
complete one or two hands and you're done. Remembering the ones below and without knowing the ones
from above we are seeing what to assemble. If we put two or three of the same together, we throw them away
rigged. If not, we are methodically changing one for the other looking for
something.
Pablo Emilio is won when someone sings Pablo Emilio.
And whoever has the lowest score wins.
Naturally.
The important thing in this game is memory, some lights in
certain moments and taken chances.
We could study the repeal of the name Pablo Emilio
or start thinking about the possibility of assembling a low
scoring game.
We could think about what the other has or how he played his previous hand.
But first remember what we have.
Kind of that's the key, but I don't know whether to mention it now
in this short poem.
Contemplate the noise. Comply with chaos even on times of unavoidable crisis.
Or with the secret-warm-love watermarks on those photos that are only ours.
Blood and silence of dirt streets
that lead us away from the pavement. Electricity.
Everything is in ebullition. So do you.
